If you see me losing ground. Don't be afraid to lie. I know the pain inside my heart. Can't break the fear inside of yours. And if you see me losing faith in what it means to die.
Count to ten then relax for a while. Simmer down and regain control. How you are sends the shivers to spines. We sit here and hope that it passes by. And one day it will be fine.
Try to hold on to sentiments. Growing to some extent. To be the waster of it all. . Crowded rooms belie elegance. Truth be told evidence. Will turn your cheeks cold.
Who wants to clear up this mess?. The stain is embedded too deep. Along with daggers in your back. You appear to have blood-soaked hands. . Leave now, be free, live with no apology.
Suppose You Wash Your Hands Of. The Dirt You Run Them Through All Day. The Mess You Made. . Could It All Make Sense Sometime. When You Crowd Around To Shirk Blame.
You failed the first great test. And time waits for no man. Would you try to digest?. Make your stand. . Forgone, forget the lecture. So long, when did you make your choice?.
When everything eternal. Seems to fade to nothing. I try to counterbalance. If only to see it through. . What have you got to offer?. I don't think I'll take it for granted.
Man it took so long. so lets all embrace the hard youve done. am i out of place?. to expect some more. little face to face we need.. gotta be some one gotta be somewhere.
Why tread so carefully?. For the fourth time, I'm okay. It pleases when you hear more. Stories with unhappy endings. . Is your life so perfect that you.
You opened your mouth and the words just tumbled out. Like marbles on the pavement. And scattered like a nest of flies. And every thought you'd bottled up inside, no matter how small.
To ponder the worst in doubt. To pick up where we left off. Without thinking too loud. . When birthdays came around. I waited for you to be there. Just for once.
When it begun we were barely old enough to know. And now when it comes it leaves me cold again. My love, we're still barely old enough. To fully comprehend all the time that we spend.
Last night the weekend caught us up. We fell in fits across the floor. Scattered diamonds through your dress. And curses through your door. Ooooooh ooh ooh.
One by one our defenses were foiled. In the turning of the soil new bodies were forged. And we burned our last bridge. Cast all memories into the gorge.
Old money goes a long way. but not far enough to shake that frown. you change your lines. still the readers of these publications buy. . Old money has a new face.